Monographs 2013
Call me sentimental. While watching the baseball game tonight, I started thinking back about 34 years ago. My wife, pregnant at the time, and I were on a hunting trip with her parents heading to Wyoming. We stopped to spend the night with her father's cousin in Pueblo, Colorado. We were in bed after a long day of driving when she suddenly grabbed my hand a placed it on her stomach and asked me if I felt anything. It was that specific moment that the meaning and feeling of fatherhood hit me for the first time. I felt my unborn daughter kicking for all she was worth. Feeling that life moving inside was the greatest feeling I have ever known.
I have to say what joy both of my daughters have brought me since then. What blessings they are. I love them more than words can say!!!
And to my friends who remain, thanks for stopping by.
Remember the Citizens Band Radio craze that took the United States by storm in the seventies? The main reason for the craze was due to the gas shortage and the National 55 MPH speed limit imposed to conserve fuel. Chances are if you didn't have one in your car, your Mom or Dad would have one in theirs. I had one in my car and truck during those times and for a while I even had a base station out in the garage to listen to and talk on when I needed to be out of the mainstream of confusion that existed in a mostly female household. Being the sole male sometimes dictates that you seek solitude in odd places. Remember this was before there were man caves, ginormous flat screen televisions, or even cell phones. I always seemed to have some type of project going that would demand my attention if a My Little Pony or a Care Bear program just happened to be on.
In those days I would talk to other CBers around the area, some as far as 20 miles away, which I thought was great since I was "barefoot". That meant I didn't have a "kicker", or in normal language a linear amplifier to boost the signal strength. If you were really lucky you could talk "skip" to exotic places like St. Vincent's or St. Croix. Skip was a natural phenomenon that occurred when your signal would bounce of the ionosphere or the moon or something and you could talk really far away. I do love that technical talk.
When I drove my car in those days I'd turn on the CB and get the smokey report as I sped to where ever I was going. Everyone hated going 55 mph on the Interstates, especially the long haul truckers. Time was money to them. They needed speed and also to avoid getting a speeding ticket. Like many things this craze began to disappear as technology improved. Radar detectors located the cops, and cell phones replaced a lot of the car to car conversations.
Lately I have been looking for something to get me away from the computer and the flat screen. So I am installing a new antenna and firing up the old Citizens Band Radio to see if there is any one else out there that enjoys and remembers the simpler days. I think I have all the parts now, I just have to put it together, then I'll be ready..... Threes and Eights to ya' , catch you on the flip.
And to my friends who remain, thanks for stopping by.
Well the site is back up and running. I had a bit of technical trouble and needed to deal with both that and a legal opinion on a previous Monograph that someone disagreed with. Thanks for the encouragement of those that emailed to tell me they missed my post and wanted me to continue. Thanks to my attorneys at Dewey, Cheetam and Howe for their assistance in a path forward.
I welcome your comments on what I write. I provide an email at the bottom where I can be contacted. If what I write offends you in anyway them you can comment. Experience has shown me that most that don't like something, haven't read it correctly or missed a critical thought. I have made errors before that I have corrected thanks to someone's input. This is the internet, and you cant say it if it isn't true.
And to my friends who remain, thanks for stopping by.
Some Things are Better Left Unspoken March 15, 2013
Scripture I remember reading when I was younger, sometimes comes back in blinding flashes to me, and I wonder if I remember them correctly, so I look them up. A verse from Proverbs came this past week and smote me (a good Biblical term) between the eyes just as I was getting ready to open my mouth and utter a profundity towards another. "He that keepeth his mouth and his tongue, keepeth his soul from troubles." As a young opinionated man I often paid no attention to that Proverb to my great chagrin. Since them I have come to believe that words mean something, and once spoken, cannot truly be called back. The person I was about to address was someone that tends to find pleasure in agitating me. I decided, after having been smote, to just let it slide. So keepething (I know that isn't a real word) my mouth and tongue turned out to be a wise and a good thing, since later, the issue and the person self destructed in front of the boss.
In a month I won't remember what the issue was, but I will remember the lesson.
I long for a quiet peaceful life. A life filled with joy, and love. I am halfway there.
And to my friends who remain, thanks for stopping by.